Marriage is a feast where the grace is sometimes better than the dinner.

The victims of ennui paralyze all the grosser feelings by excess, and torpify all the finer by disuse and inactivity. Disgusted with this world, and indifferent about another, they at last lay violent hands upon themselves, and assume no small credit for the sang froid with which they meet death. But, alas! such beings can scarcely be said to die, for they have never truly lived.

It is good to act as if. It is even better to grow to the point where it is no longer an act.

With the offspring of genius, the law of parturition is reversed; the throes are in the conception, the pleasure in the birth.

Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

Sensibility would be a good portress if she had but one hand; with her right she opens the door to pleasure, but with her left to pain.

The good opinion of our fellow men is the strongest, though not the purest motive to virtue.